Why is life made only for to end?
Why do I do all this waiting then?
Why this frightened part of me that's fated to pretend?
Why is life made only for to end?
_Rabbit Will Run
We've all lived in grace at the end of the day
And we've armed all the children we thought we betrayed
And I still have a prayer, but too few occasions to pray
(The fantastic Iron & Wine @ Debaser, Sthlm, Sweden 2011-02-02)
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